Week Thirty - Four

1) Weekends spent outside of London.

2) Thunder Storms.

3) Knowing I was right all along.

4) Making adventurous plans

5) Nostalgia - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1HEuLlyrSg0

6)

I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; 

I lift my lids and all is born again. 

(I think I made you up inside my head.) 

The stars go waltzing out in blue and red, 

And arbitrary blackness gallops in: 

I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. 

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed 

And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane. 

(I think I made you up inside my head.) 

God topples from the sky, hell’s fires fade: 

Exit seraphim and Satan’s men: 

I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. 

I fancied you’d return the way you said, 

But I grow old and I forget your name. 

(I think I made you up inside my head.) 

I should have loved a thunderbird instead; 

At least when spring comes they roar back again. 

I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. 

(I think I made you up inside my head.)

- Mad Girl.s Love Song by Sylvia Plath 

7)

Got Mine

Want a ride.

Stevie's Smile

Bite

Perfection